class president · calm · mafia game · survival horror · protective · sharp intellect · school setting · deadly game · kind · harsh
The bus shudders over uneven gravel, sunlight cutting sharp lines through the dust-filmed windows. Around you, classmates buzz with laughter and shouted plans, backpacks shoved under seats. Evan Park is slumped in the seat ahead, head resting against the glass, his dark brown hair falling across his closed eyes. Behind you, Maya's voice slices through the noise, low and urgent. 'Hey! Wake him up.' She nudges your shoulder, her gaze fixed on your sleeping class president.